"Letters. That's all these are. Letters placed in a pattern to create words. Words laid out in a pattern to create a thought. Without these patterns, it would just be gibberish." he thought to himself as he leaned against the wall.

Like the letters, patterns had been churning in his mind ever since he could remember. Everywhere he looked a pattern would arise: the bricks of buildings, the birds flying in a "V", even the life cycles of animals. These patterns were everywhere and an essential part of life. Everything that had happened, is happening, and will happen followed a pattern. It was so clear for him, but why could no one else see the expanse of the patterns.

For the past few years, he had been trying to explain to his friends, his family, and anyone else who would listen just how intertwined patterns were with the world. If only they could see it, then they could help others see it. And just maybe, they could use it to make the world a better place.

At first, his family and friends had listened and tried to understand. He would liken the patterns to cause and effect relationships. When one action happened, another would always follow. Of course, everyone was able to follow him up to this point. It was the next point where he would lose them.

It's true others could see how one action could affect another, but to him it was not just the short term effects on an immediate individual or group. He also saw the chain reactions that could have consequences months or even years down the line. Grasping for the words to help him explain how the patterns could be followed to see these long term effects, he would often lose the listener.

All he was trying to do was help, but eventually his friends and family stopped listening. Any attempt to bring up the patterns would be met with rolling eyes or quick exits.

One night, he had even overheard his mom asking his dad, "Has he gone crazy?"

Crazy? How could he be crazy? Everything was so clear to him. The patterns showed it all. He thought that if they could just see the patterns, they wouldn't think he was crazy.

That's when he started doubling down on his efforts. He knew that if he was unable to get them to comprehend the patterns, then he needed to find someone else who would. He started taking to the streets, writing letters, and making calls about the patterns. He was spreading the patterns everywhere.

He figured that the more people exposed to it meant there was a greater chance that someone would understand it. Maybe, they would even help him tell others about the patterns.

It was just earlier today as he was pondering what to do next when his doorbell rang. This was very unusual since he rarely had any visitors. He opened the door to find a burly man and a well-dressed woman.

He wasn't sure what to make of them until they asked about the pattern. His hopes shot through the roof. Finally, someone had come to learn more about it. Finally, he could prove to everyone that he wasn't crazy.

They both smiled politely and asked if he would come with them to their office to talk more about the pattern. He agreed and followed them out the door to their van. Within a few minutes, they were at the building and walking down a long corridor with rooms on both sides.

He had a strange feeling crawling up his spine. Something wasn't right, but it was too late. The woman had already opened the door, and the burly man quickly shoved him into the padded room.

With the door closed, all he could do was sit and think about how he had come to here, and how he had not seen the pattern.